Merry Christmas, Welcome Home

I dreamed there was this family that moved up to the hills for the peace and quiet.  By choice they had no phones nor internet.  Instead in the evenings they would sing and the girls in the family would play the violin and cello.  There they would sit in the twilight playing the music.

Then I had a sense that somehow they were my family, this was my home, and the music would be there waiting for me when I came on home.

And then I dreamed that this place was the place Joseph and Mary were headed for the nativity and they were somehow also going home when they went there.  I saw a tired man and a tired woman on a donkey headed up a country road to a white house where they would be welcome in.  They were close enough now to catch a hint of the music of the strings and to see the dim figures on the porch.